i wish real life was like skyrim and whenever i was sick or tired or sad i could just reach into my backback and eat 68 raw potatos in less than a minute as a cure to my depression

statesman-whiskey:

I installed Skyrim on the Pip-Boy in Fallout 4

#it’s what todd would have wanted

Skyrim belongs to the skeevers

partyatsanguines:

trilllizard420:

gudroo:

he’s on his way to the temple of meridia

ANOTHER HAND TOUCHES THE BEACON

staff-of-magnus:

Me, thinking about the cities in Skyrim: These cities are so small… Wish we had proper life sized cities, with lots of people and life and different types of shops, and loads of quests and taverns on every street and loads of nooks and crannies you could explore and you can end up with favourite places to go to and-

Also me, somewhere in Vivec City: where in the shitting fuck am i

tryforce:

other people playing skyirm: you can tell that there was supposed to be a murder here by the way the skeleton is positioned, the head detached from the body and the sword sitting next to it. over here there’s a note that implies the deceased party might have owed our murderer a substantial amount of gold which they paid for with their life. if you look in this chest over here, though, there’s a pretty hefty sum of gold. as you can tell the murderer no longer cared about the gold. it was the principle of the matter.

me playing skyrim: *kicks door open, checks skeleton for loot, walks across the skeleton kicking it across the room, the skull bounces off the wall and hits me in the face, i take 20 damage, doesn’t pay the shitty iron sword any mind because i already have six of them, takes a cabbage off the table but knocks everything else off, doesn’t even notice the note, leaves just as swiftly as i entered*